"Mm." He doesn't seem too concerned by the lack of it, although it makes the place look a lot more depressing than it really is. It probably looks full of possibility to most people who move into the building, people who have stuff to fill it up with, but he's already tired thinking of all the shit they'd have to buy and then probably get rid of when they inevitably move. His hand drops down absently to scratch the dog -- who still does not have a name, he's waiting for genius to strike -- behind the ears.

"I wonder if the neighbours are jerks. I didn't see any of 'em."